I turned and ran.
But before I could force my way out of the crowd, the gathering horn blared across the pack lands.
Blood Moon Night had arrived.
According to the oldest werewolf tradition, when the blood moon rose, all wolves had to gather before the Moon Goddess’s altar.
On that night, the Moon Goddess’s power was at its strongest.
Fated bonds would be revealed and strengthened.
Legend said the Goddess herself could even declare a pair of fated mates beneath the blood moon.
The crowd surged, trapping me.
I couldn’t leave.
Seraphina had clearly planned for this night.
She was dressed flawlessly and stood closest to the altar.
She wanted everyone to see that, as Aric’s "savior," she would naturally become his Luna.
The blood-red moon slowly rose into the night sky, staining th
